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Quotes from The Bookshop

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    • Milo North: Has anyone ever told you that you have a marvelous pair of ankles?
    • [taking book out of delivery from the bookshop]
    • Edmund Brundish: Fahrenheit four five one. What kind of book is this?
    • Edmund Brundish: ...please, at your earliest convenience, send more books by Ray Bradbury.
    • [looking at Richard Hughes's A High Wind in Jamaica, which Florence has ordered her to read]
    • Christine: What's it about?
    • Florence Green: It's about good pirates and evil children.
    • Florence Green: While there's life, there's hope.
    • Edmund Brundish: God, what a horrifying thought.
    • Christine: You're so kind, Mrs. Green...
    • [running away]
    • Christine: You're so bloody kind.
    • [Voice over]
    • Narrator: Mr. Brundish lived alone in the oldest house in Hardborough. He didn't particularly like his own company, but after long years of battle, he had reached a lasting truce with himself. He adored books with the same passion with which he detested his fellow men.
    • Edmund Brundish: In the case of biographies, it's better, I find, if they're about good people, whereas novels are much more interesting if they are about nasty people.
    • Christine: My elder sister spends all of her time with Charlie Cutts. In fact, on my way over here, I saw their bikes hidden under the fallen leaves over by the crossroads. You won't have any trouble like that with me, though. Those things aren't happening to me yet. And I find boys to be repulsive.
    • Christine: People always say life has passed by women who have no children.
    • Florence Green: "Lo-li-ta."
    • Milo North: Mm-hmm.
    • Florence Green: Have you read it? Is it any good?
    • Milo North: It'll make you rich, Florence.
    • Florence Green: Yes, but is it any good? I only stock good novels. They don't move fast enough, you know?
    • Milo North: According to Graham Greene, it is a masterpiece.
    • Christine: That Milo is a ferret. He smiles just like a ferret. I wish he'd just go to hell.
    • [laughing]
    • Florence Green: Stop it, Christine!
    • Christine: You're too nice. He's a nasty piece of work. When I'm older, I'm gonna try and be like him. It's much more practical.
    • Edmund Brundish: Let me tell you what it is I admire about human beings. What I value most is the one virtue they share with gods and animals, and which I will therefore no longer refer to as a virtue. I mean... courage. And you, Mrs. Green, possess that quality in abundance.
    • Florence Green: Dear Mr. Thornton, a good book is the precious distillation of a master's spirit, embalmed and preserved for the purpose of achieving a life beyond life, which is why it is undoubtedly a necessary commodity.
    • Kattie: Milo didn't do you justice when he described you to me.
    • Florence Green: Oh, dear. Spare me from Milo's appraisal. I don't think I want to know what he thinks of me.
    • Kattie: I still don't know what he thinks of *me*. Or if he feels something for me. Or, for that matter, if he feels anything at all. I guess that's part of his thing. Keeping you guessing all the time. You know what they say: with that kind of man, you'll never know whether he's hiding a rich inner world or... absolutely nothing.
    • Edmund Brundish: I could just put a bullet through her, but...
    • [is disrupted by Florence laughing]
    • Edmund Brundish: I'm not sure that would be to your liking.
    • Christine: I never had time to sit around when I was her assistant.
    • Milo North: No wonder. You're a child.
    • [raises her eyebrows]
    • Milo North: Or a woman. Neither of them have any idea of how to relax.
    • Edmund Brundish: Old age is not the same thing as historical interest. Otherwise you and I would be far more interesting than we are.
    • Jessie: You seem to think I'm an outrageous person. Is that it?
    • Edmund Brundish: I can't answer that question "yes" or "no". I suspect that by "outrageous" you mean "unexpectedly offensive". And the truth is that you have been fairly offensive, bu also... repulsive, Mrs. Gamart. That is, you have behaved exactly as I expected.
    • Florence Green: Don't ever say his name again. And forget mine.
    • Milo North: If you're looking for a new assistant, I understand Christine is available. She is no longer working at the new bookshop.
    • [chuckles to himself]
    • Milo North: She tried to sell Lolita to the vicar.
    • [Last lines]
    • Narrator: How right she was when she said that no one ever feels alone in a bookshop.
    • [first lines]
    • Narrator: She told me once: "When we read a story, we inhabit it; the covers of the books are like a roof and four walls: a house." She, more than anything else in the world, loved the moment when you've finished a book and the story keeps playing like the most vivid dream in your head.
    • [seagulls cawing]
    • Florence Green: Wouldn't it be better to fill the place with books for people to look at?
    • Mr. Keble: I read before going to sleep, and usually drift off to the Land of Nod by about the third page.
    • Florence Green: So you see? Don't you realize how useful books can be?
    • Florence Green: Do you not read, Mr. Raven?
    • [working on this boat]
    • Mr. Raven: I don't. Books leave me exhausted.
    • [polite chuckle]
    • Mr. Raven: Real life is enough for me.
    • [in a letter to Florence]
    • Edmund Brundish: I should undoubtedly visit your shop one day if I ever went out. But nowadays I rather make a point of never doing that.
    • [about a book recommendation]
    • Florence Green: Thank you for suggesting it, I... sometimes feel the need of good advice. feel the need of good advice. You're very kind.
    • Milo North: You're always making that mistake.
    • Edmund Brundish: I do not attach as much importance as you do, I dare say, to the notions of right and wrong. I have read Lolita, as you asked me to. It is a good book, and therefore I think you should try and sell it to the people of Hardborough. They won't understand it, but that's all for the best. Understanding makes the mind lazy.
    • [last lines]
    • Narrator: For years to come, I will remember how she tried to smile looking at the book I had in my hands. Then, she realized what I had done. She had fulfilled the dream and they'd snatched it away from her. But what she possessed deep down was something no one could ever take away from her: her courage. And it was that courage and her passion for books that she bequeathed to me, along with the Chinese lacquerd tray.
    • [modern bookshop keeper closes up for the day]
    • Narrator: How right she was when she said that no one ever feels alone in a bookshop.
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